It’s the shadow on the wall
the sun not on her face
but the back is warm
It’s a chill run through him
tiny spaces on the body raised
but it ain’t the wind
It’s all that’s unresolved
juxtaposed against
resolutions—
Are we allowed to hope yet?
It’s the shadow on the wall
the sun not on her face
but the back is warm
It’s a chill run through him
tiny spaces on the body raised
but it ain’t the wind
It’s all that’s unresolved
juxtaposed against
resolutions—
Are we allowed to hope yet?
